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(feat. Yung Joc) I wish I never fucked you I wish that I could take it back I wish I never fucked you Cause the sex wasn't really all that I wish I

Make My Booty Hop Gone, Gone Make Dat Booty Pop I Can Make My Booty Hop Gone, Gone Make Dat Booty Pop I Can Make My Booty Hop [Chorus:] [Peach Candy

I sing Real niggaz do real things After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the mafia, a arcade Mad games, pool tables and candy

don't feel appreciated and what not I used to tell you that you're hair looked fly Kiss you slow and stare in your eyes Now I talk real foul and slick Every other

Yelawolf and I feel like a king in my box Chevy Tell them other whack motherfuckers get that pine box ready Catfish Billy is lately, don't get slapped

Coconut Grove to South Miami Wedwood Highlear, Little Haiti, Little Bana South Miami Heights, P-Rhymes Dade County, let it do what it do [DJ Khaled] Rest in peace

on my ride, Ia??m fresh, in the hood they call Me a star, (incomprehensible), Ia??m fresh, from my head to my Toe, Ia??m fresh, candy put on an a??84

Man G-Wine, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy There go the apple of my eye, my black butterfly Don't try to pass me by like you do them other guys

and what not I used to tell you that you're hair looked fly Kiss you slow and stare in your eyes Now I talk real foul and slick Every other sentence